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Gr33n
2
Hip-Hop/Rap
Gr33n wurde am 11. Juni 2025 von Jaydar als Teil des Albums veröffentlichtDeluded-By-Forever
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Veröffentlichungsdatum11. Juni 2025
LabelJaydar
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM87

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jaydar
Jaydar
Rap
Jamie Day
Jamie Day
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jamie Day
Jamie Day
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jamie Day
Jamie Day
Engineer

Songtexte

I'm homesick for a feeling not a place
Friends disappeared and their leaving not a trace
Never pissed the bed but always slept in ripped pyjamas
And most kids that I knew never had their fathers
Eat Sunday dinner brush my teeth and watch heartbeat
Couple weird cousins still living with my auntie
The shit that you won't see's the shit that I can't see
Life's fucked, bury that, wagwan? calm g
Street vigilante, I done it off my own back
Aired couple girls calls, cba to phone back
Aired couple mans calls, might of got my dome splat
Nothing but a dirty Nike puffer on my coat rack
Street kid, skiving off telling mum it's half day
Gotta make money, but money never last
When you make it in the fast way, I do it for my marj
Feel it in the heartache, channeling my anger now I put it on tracks
Up to no good, causing havoc in the flats
Can't tone it down, now I just can't relax
Black trackie, black crep, everything black
Couple rappers on my walkman spitting facts
Before there was an apps, before Google Maps
Cuz I learnt the roads fluently and learnt to adapt
Streets will be the death of me
I was whipping up, disaster was the recipe
Still fuck everybody, nobody can step to me
Life ain't normal, so I think with complexity
Coz anything can happen shit happens unexpectedly
Straight
Nike gloves cover hands, dirty bread, rubber bands
Rivers to the city, living gritty to the southern sand
Recollecting on nostalgia like it was another land
Never had to fear no one, I'm down for it, you know I am
Foster care, freestyling, couldn't spit, gave it up
Banging gangsta rap, backing bottles getting blazed as fuck
Lofi dust em off, fuck a bitch, fuck em off
Tryna slow the Jaydar down, that's like tryna rush a sloth
Custard in the mustard broth, blustered in the London fog
I don't discuss em, I'm accustomed in my custom cloth
Stoney with the Louis V, the hippie with the coldest stench
Little grunger skating through the city, hair was shoulder length
Couple sticks, dynamite, taught myself to ride a bike
Never had no father, couple scars, but I'm the iron type
Pick a mix from Woolworths, Mother Care and BHS
Renting blockbuster vids, record em onto VHS
Written by: Jamie Day
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